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Denis Andrew: a priest on the "run"

DENIS ANDREW: Running with God, always!

The Our Lady of Mount Carmel parish in Wentworthville in Sydney’s West is blessed with priests who bring an array of qualities and personalities to the flock. Fr John is a true-blue Aussie storyteller with a smile in every sentence. Fr Scierrie is the wise old owl and a theologian of sorts (with a smile, of course). Fr Martinho is a young man who has only just started his journey in the priesthood… a very fun guy. And then there is Denis Andrew… the leader of the gang of four so to speak. He is the subject of this interview.

Denis Andrew and nephew Michael Zammit who raised $10,000 in the Dili Marathon
Picture: Catholic Outlook

Dili Marathon: It was 6am on Saturday 18 June. My nephew, Michael Zammit and I had gathered along with hundreds of others to run the Dili marathon, half-marathon or 7km fun run. The race began at 6.30am to try to avoid some of the heat of the day. During the second half of the race the temperature would climb to 30 degrees. But for the moment it was cool in the pre-dawn at a beautiful harbour-front starting location outside the Governor’s Palace. President Ramos Horta arrived to inspire us with a speech and to thank us for taking part in such an important event for Timor-Leste. Then he fired the starting gun and we were off.

The marathon was two laps of a 21.1km course. The first lap was rather exciting as we were surrounded by the half-marathon and 7km Fun Run participants. The local Timorese were fantastic in their support from the sidelines, as were our own Carmelite students. The second lap was quite another story. The runners in the shorter distances finished and we were left to experience the loneliness of the long-distance runner. The heat started to kick in. This was accentuated by the smog of the dry season and the smoke from the cooking fires of the locals along the course. Then there were the obstacles such as the river crossing (fortunately it was the dry season and the water was low) and the odd dog and pig straying across the path but also the police let a lot of motorbikes and cars on the course in the second lap. And that’s saying nothing about our aching legs. Still the locals were highly excited, especially the children. They constantly ran with us wanting to do ‘high fives’. And one group brought my nephew Michael into their soccer game as he passed.

At long last, the harbour approached. A left turn and another kilometre along the waterfront and the finishing line was the most pleasing of sights. It was a slow race. Michael and I were both over 4 hours. But as always with the marathon, it was most pleasing to finish and a great sense of achievement. The Carmelites steered us to a seat in the shade and poured cold water down us. We spent the next couple of days recovering in our novitiate and student community at Hera. Michael is an optometrist by profession. He had generously brought his equipment with him. He set about testing the eyes of around 60 of our Carmelite priests, brothers and students along with the cooks, drivers and all the workers associated with us.

We both feel the trip was a great success. We would like to thank all who supported us both financially and in spirit. The whole venture has raised some $10,000 in support of the Carmelite mission in Timor-Leste.

Denis Andrew on a walk in Loch Lomond, Scotland

Denis Andrew was born in Melbourne, Vic. Some of his earliest memories, as a very young boy, include living with his grandmother at 22 Silver Street, Malvern. He will never forget sitting on his father’s knee or visiting him in hospital. Both memories are when he was around two to two and half years old. His father passed away when he was pretty young.

His siblings are Michael, Margaret, Catherine, Elizabeth (RIP) and Josephine.
His first day at school was probably February 1954 at St John’s, Mitcham.

Andrew is a quiet, gentle,  man. One with an economy of words and like his homilies he gets his point across without having to beat his breasts or thump the rostrum. He is also very contemplative and easy to talk to.

We share a mutual interest in running and walking: me as a former sports reporter, he as someone who has been running marathons, middle and long distance running and some of the longest and challenging walks around.

Here’s are his thoughts in his own words:

Love of running
I was always a good runner but at secondary school there were school athletics carnivals and some inter-school with a bit of success. Then Br Roberton CFC got a few of us to join Box Hill harriers and I competed as a junior.

It was probably only after I had joined the Carmelites and in 1973 I joined Box Hill Athletic club again and loved the competition and the training and came to experience running as a positive addiction. The competition at all levels was fierce enough. I made good friends with some of the Box Hill distance runners. We socialised together, especially after competition. It was a great outlet from the ‘hothouse’ of the seminary.

The popularity of distance running peaked in Melbourne during the 1970s. This was due to a number of factors: success of Rob De Castella; Frank Shorter (USA) winning 1972 Olympic marathon in Munich (CF: I was there and became the first journalist the world to interview athletes trackside. Frank Shorter told me “he hit a wall” but somehow got to the finish.) and repeating it in 1976 in Montreal; the inaugural Melbourne Marathon which attracted 7000 entrants by the late 70’s, Filbert Bayi’s 1500m world record at the Christchurch Commonwealth Games in 1974 etc.

Inter-club athletics in Melbourne competition peaked in the 70’s. In the summer, track competition was held at about six tracks around Melbourne including at Box Hill. Box Hill was a very strong club and won the A grade premiership for about 12 years in a row. There were teams of three in each event for each grade. For instance, Box Hill had about seven 1500 metre teams across four grades which means you needed to be able to run about 4 min 12 sec just to get a run in C grade. We had a number of Olympic representatives.

Ditto the Winter cross country/road season. There were many events but there were seven major races open to the whole state and very competitive. Three cross countries: 8km, 12 km and 16km. Three road races: 10km, 15 km and 25km. The cross countries along with the 10km and 15km attracted fields of up to 700 runners. Then there was the State marathon championship. There was a Winter championship. For instance, the first six runners home for Box Hill comprised the A grade team, the next six  home were the B grade team etc.

So plenty of memorable races:
06.08.77 the 16km Cross country Sunbury: 32nd out of 620 entrants in 58min 5sec (a tough tough hilly muddy course in grounds of Salesian College agricultural college)

Big M Melbourne Marathon 12.10.1980: 45th in 2 hours 38 min

18.12.79 Track at Olympic Park: Emil Zatopek B Grade 10,000 metres: 6th in 31 min 38 sec.

17.03.79Track Interclub B grade grand final at Olympic Park 3000 metres steeplechase 9th in 9 min 48 sec.
24.03.79 Track at Olympic Park 5000 metres: 15min 14 sec.

Victorian Marathon Club at Princes Park (road) 10 miles: 2nd in 54 min 43 sec.

VAAA 25km Road championship Lara: 28th out of 400 in 88 min 2 sec

23.06.79 VAAA Victorian Marathon Championship Point Cook: 25th in 2 hr 37 min.

Runners who inspired me
Ron Clarke – blazed new frontiers in distance running. His 27min 39 sec world record at Oslo on 14 July 1965 was incredible and broke the previous record by nearly 40 seconds. I remember Peter Snell saying at the time that you would have to be a distance runner to realise how good that run was. Ron was inexperienced at the 1964 Olympics in Tokyo and ran quite a slow time for third I think in the 10,000 metres. In 1968 he had no hope with the altitude at the Mexico Olympics. Ron mostly ran on the old cinder tracks which makes his accomplishments even greater – the new style tartan tracks have to be worth a second or two a lap.

Lasse Viren was a great runner with memorable feats at 1972 Olympics but always had the blood doping question mark about him. I saw him run in Melbourne, but he was past his prime.

Gordon Pirie (GB)  was an English long-distance runner. He competed in the 5000 m and 10,000 m events at the 1952, 1956 and 1960 Olympics and won a silver medal in the 5000 metres in 1956, placing fourth in 1952. Born in Leeds, Pirie grew up in Coulsdon, Surrey, and ran for the South London Harriers.

Herb Elliott : Many Olympic athletes have won more gold medals than Herb Elliott. But few people have ever exercised such absolute authority in any branch of sport as Elliott did in middle-distance running. In 42 races from 1957 to 1961, he was never beaten over 1500 metres or a mile. Testimony to his greatness is the fact that, although he won the Olympic 1500m in 1960, his winning time then would have still been good enough to win gold medals in Seoul (1988), Barcelona (1992) and Atlanta (1996).    
Peter Snell (when I read his autobiography I realised he often did not feel at his best in some of his 800metre/1500 metre races but he gritted it out and fought to the finish and won).

Brendan Foster (GB) British former long-distance runner who founded the Great North Run. He won the bronze medal in the 10,000 metres at the 1976 Summer Olympics, and the gold medal in the 5,000 metres at the 1974 European Championships and the 10,000 metres at the 1978 Commonwealth Games.

Murray Halberg (NZ) handicapped with a withered arm and won 5000m in Rome Olympics 1960.

Kip Keino (not really a fan but an admirer but saw him run in Melbourne and beat Ron Clarke).

Henry Rono a great distance runner. I saw him break the Australian 10,000-metre record at Olympic Park in Melbourne in an incredible time of about 27 min 30 sec, but  I think he was sadly troubled with alcoholism later in his career.

Mo Farrah, the best surely. I saw him run 5000 metres on the Olympic Games track in London in2016.

I got my first taste of wilderness walking on a 3 day walk around Wilson’s Promontory National Park in Victoria when I was a seminarian in about 1974. I loved it. The camping, the views, the bush. I did a number of camping trips with my family. But I fell on my feet when I arrived at Park Orchards-Warrandyte parish in Melbourne on 15 August 1998. There was a group of about 6 men who were into some serious walking and I climbed aboard:

Walls of Jerusalem/Overland Track Tasmania.

Croajingolong National Park in South East Victoria.

Mt Jugungal region in Snowy Mountains.

Victorian Alps.

Grampians Victoria.

Airey’s Inlet Victoria.

Wilson’s Promontory a few times.
Great Ocean Road walk in Victoria.

Coast to Coast walk in UK

Offa’s Dyke walk in UK

Camino de Santiago in Spain.

Some of the walks were quite demanding and challenging. It taught me a lot about being a male and making decisions in the wild respecting the weakest member of the group.

Since then I have done others:

Great South West coast walk in south-west Victoria, Portland - Nelson.
South West Coast Path in England by myself.

(Denis is still competitive and can be seen in action at the athletics track in Blacktown, Western Sydney.)

I have no particular favourite but the remote ones I am particularly grateful for as I could never do them by myself in the Australian wilderness. You inevitably find yourself unsure of where you are and you need good map reading skills to be able to find your way, something I do not have. But camping in your tent and having a meal surrounded by the glorious bush settings in the remote Australian bush is just a wonderful experience.

How did God win against athletics?

It is definitely not an either/or. Both are aspects of my life. In the 70’s while a student at Whitefriars Monastery at Donvale Victoria, athletics was an outlet, a sport. I loved the camaraderie of the distance running fraternity at Box Hill Athletic club, I loved the competition. After Ordination I have managed to keep competing in Sydney and Brisbane while stationed there. A side benefit of the distance running competition is the fitness. Ministry in a parish can be quite demanding and I have always felt that the fitness and health that training brings has helped cope with both the physical and mental demands of ministry.

I grew up in Melbourne and joined the Carmelites in 1972. Ironically I was educated by the Christian Brothers at Aquinas College Ringwood which was a ‘rival’ school to Whitefriars. I have often mused as to whether I would have joined the Carmelites had I gone to Whitefriars!

Many of you will recall the church of the seventies. It had a renewed vision following Vatican II. Seminary numbers were at their peak in the Western world. Priesthood was still a very mainstream life choice. Yarra Theological Union in Box Hill had recently been established. Seminary life was also changing. They were no longer enclosed self-sufficient worlds. They were open to society and vice versa.

After Ordination in 1980 my first appointment was to Wentworthville, our Carmelite parish in Sydney. Basically, I spent the next 30 years in Carmelite parish ministry around Australia. So it was a bit of a shock to the system to find myself being invited to take up the quite different role of Provincial following our Provincial Chapter at the end of April.

Carmelite life, along with the Church, society and indeed the world has changed considerably over the past 30 years. Australia has become very multi-cultural. Cultural diversity has brought religious diversity. We live in an increasingly secular and pluralistic society. Church attendance in the Western world has declined. It is not surprising that the church has reacted against these forces by becoming much more conservative, demanding conformity to a central doctrine.

At the same time faith, religion, the church and vocations seem to be flourishing in the developing world.  We Carmelites in Australia experience ourselves as ageing and diminishing in numbers. Our Carmelite life is increasingly shared with lay people connected to us interested in the Carmelite charism. We have been blessed by Carmelites in Timor becoming members of our Province. This has brought new life and energy. Many other Religious Orders and communities have similar links with members across Asia and Oceania. Our Province works ever more closely with Carmelites in Indonesia, Philippines, Vietnam and India.

Despite 30 years of change religion remains an important force in Australia and the world, even if in quite different ways. All of this makes for an interesting mix and a challenge for any Provincial and Council to guide the Province in these times.

Path to priesthood
When you join a Religious Order in the first instance you are joining the Order and not necessarily joining to be a priest. With the Carmelites, you can be a Brother or a Priest, and this would be the case with many of the Religious Orders of men.

Joining an Order is a gradual process. Typically you might spend a year as a postulant which might involve some ministry, study, living in the community. This would usually be followed by a year as a Novice. A year where you study the charism of the Order. At the end of this, you would normally take first vows, which could be for 1 year or 3 years. After some years in temporary vows, you might be invited to make application for Solemn profession which is lifetime vows and commitment to the Order. The whole process is designed to help the candidate sense whether this is the right place for him, and to help those entrusted with Formation in the Order to look at the student over the years and discern whether he is right for the Order. Along the way if you were preparing for priesthood you would study, usually for a Bachelor of Theology which for Carmelites would be at the University of Divinity, and over time receive the ministries or reader, acolyte, deacon and then priesthood.

Your own journey, observations as a Carmelite?
Religious life is no different to life in the wider world: change. The Order I joined in 1972 is not the Order as it is today. The church I was a member of when I joined in 1972 is not the church of today. (For example in 1972 to join the priesthood and/or Religious life was still a mainstream thing to do. It is certainly not today). The world I grew up in during the 1950s and 1960s is not the world I live in today. Life continually evolves and changes. I have had three periods of working in Wentworthville parish: February 1981 to February 1986, January 2004 to May 2010, and December 2016 to …….
The parish I came to in 1981 was a very different experience to the parish I came to in 2004 and in 2010. In the 80’s it was a very Maltese area with parishioners typically being White Australian with an Anglo or European ancestry. Now Wentworthville is an Indian area with other parishioners being largely from Asia.

The world has shrunk. With the development of media, communications we are all aware of what is happening in other parts of the world. Carmelite life has become much more global. We are no longer the isolated Australian Province. We are the Province of Australia and Timor Leste and we attend many international meetings of Carmelites and there is much more interaction and help between the Provinces in our region and in our world.

The Carmelites are having to train their own priests… in East Timor for example? Does this signal the end of the Australian bred priests, who are a vanishing breed?
Yes and no. This is an ambiguous question in many ways. Priesthood and Religious Life has experienced a general decline in numbers in Western countries. At the same time, there has been a rapid increase in numbers in other Carmelite Provinces around the world such as Asia, Africa and South America. In our region, this would include the Philippines, Indonesia, Vietnam and India. Indonesia is our biggest Province with nearly 300 members. In Australia, most of the Religious Orders have experienced a decline in Australian vocations and experienced new life and growth by being involved with members of their Order in other countries in our region. The Australian Province incorporated the Carmelites of East Timor into our Province in 2000 after the county voted for independence from Indonesia and the war and destruction that followed this. But Australia is surely the most multi-cultural country in the world, so how do you define “Australian bred priests, who are a vanishing breed”? If most of our priests now seem to come from overseas so does the person who runs the Post Office, who runs the bank, who drives the trains etc.

You have a couple of decades to go yet, but what do you look forward to in retirement? When do you plan to hang up those walking shoes? You still jog a little at the moment?
This is a vexed question. All my friends I went to school with are retired and living quite full lives. As indeed are friends from the parish here. With the shortage of priests there tends to be pressure for you to keep working, especially if you are reasonably healthy and reasonably sane. The issue becomes complicated. The position of parish priest has become much more onerous. With various regulatory bodies across Carmelites, the Diocese, the Church, State and Federal Governments life has become much more transparent and accountable and the red-tape has multiplied. Now, this is rightly so following developments such as the Royal Commission into sexual abuse of minors by Institutions and various other developments like what the ‘Me too’ movement has revealed. You have to be thorough in providing a safe working environment.

Many of us want to keep active in ministry, and Anthony Scerri at 88 years of age is a shining example in Wentworthville parish. He makes a valuable contribution. Many of us as we become older want to be active and continue doing ministry in the church eg. Masses, funerals, weddings etc. but we do not want to be burdened by the responsibility of finance, maintenance, compliance etc.

And again you need your health to be able to do this as you find yourself in the ’70s and ’80s. So I have no plan to hand up my walking shoes. I am still competing in distance events during the winter season and I run about 5 days a week at 5am for an hour.

Steve Fernandes: Funeral arrangements

Funeral Announcement 

STEPHEN FERNANDES; London UK; Loving husband of Marjorie, son of the late AP and Maria Fernandes. Father to Melvyn, Jennifer (Paul) and Clifford (Meera). Grandad to Dylan, Nikita, Aaron and Leah. Brother to Thomas (Lydia), Sylvester - Silu (late Ivy), Raul (Christine), late Leslie (Linda).

Steve’s Funeral Mass will take place on Friday 25th January 2019 at 11:00 am at St Thomas More Catholic Church, Long Lane Bexleyheath, DA7 5JW followed by a reception at St Michael’s Community Centre, Wrotham Rd, Welling, DA16 1LS.  Mourners may opt to attend the Cremation at 12:30pm at Eltham Crematorium, Crown Woods Way, Eltham, London, SE9 2AZ and return to St Michael’s Community Centre.

At Steve’s request, his wishes were to kindly request that no black ties are to be worn, but a splash of colour to celebrate his life.

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In Memoriam Justin Dourado

Justin Dourado, a very special man

By Sherwin D’Souza

Justin was born in Kitale, Nairobi, Kenya and he was the eldest of 6 siblings. At the age of 12 his father passed away and he had the responsibility of becoming the man of the house. He helped his mum to look after his 4 brothers, Aklin, Tony, William, Johnny and baby sister Joyce.

He had to grow up fast and helped his mum, Maria, provide for them, educate them and shower them with the love and support that a father gives his children.
After finishing St Teresa’s boys’ school in 1961 at the age of 18, Justin joined East African Airways in Nairobi.  His work colleagues described him as hard-working, affable and very helpful.  He took care of the family and made sure that they all completed their education.

Whilst in Nairobi, he took up sports and was a gifted sportsman.  He played football for the Young Goans, and played hockey for the Railway Goan Institute.  He also took part in athletics, in particular the 100m and 200m sprints. His house was full of sporting trophies that he won.
In 1964 he took a transfer and promotion to Mombasa, and whilst there played hockey for the Mombasa Institute.  He made many good friends whilst in Mombasa.

When he had holidays whilst working in Mombasa he arranged for his mum and sister to come visit him.  His mum was often not well, but on her trips to the beach in Mombasa she would glow and her health seemed to improve.  
In 1967 Justin was made the Chief Officer of the East African Airways Mombasa branch.  His boss said he can still picture his face lighting up when he got told the news.

During the late 1960s most the brothers started to move to England.  Justin’s mum and sister moved in 1970 and Justin moved over to the East African Airlines branch in London in 1971.  A few years later he bought a house in Walthamstow and continued to work for East African Airways, later. named Kenya Airways until his retirement.
Justin was a father figure to his siblings and the greatest Uncle to his nieces and nephews, we couldn‘t have asked for anything more.

He always talked positively about his job, and through his job he travelled the world, met many great people along the way, and made sure he learnt about their cultures and food. I always remember the picture he had of him shaking hands with Prince Edward on his mantlepiece.

Family values were also important to him.  We all looked up to him, he was known as a legend by some.  
He was a great cook, no one in our family could beat his fish curry and chicken curry.

He loved watching Only Fools and Horses and could watch them one after the other during the Christmas holidays. Justin was known to be an entertainer, the life and soul of a party and the one who comes out with the all jokes……..some of which were too rude to repeat…

One of my favourite memories was of Justin wearing his French maid’s apron on Christmas day, and watching everyone’s reaction when they came to visit.  I can’t remember if he took it off before the priest came over, but it wouldn’t have surprised me if he didn’t.

He was known for being the Whats App king, always without fail sending morning messages to all, wishing them a nice day, sending them quizzes and jokes.
He always made time to help others in need.

Justin was very meticulous in everything he did.  Everything had a place and there was a place for everything.  Whether that be at work or at home.  I’ve lost count of the times I’d eat at his house and have to put the correct placemats on the dining table.

My Uncle was a straight up man, saying things how they were as he always felt that honesty was the best way to be. This sometimes upset others, but you could be rest assured he wouldn’t say anything behind your back he wasn’t prepared to say to your face.  He corrected us when he felt it was needed, and provided us with the wisdom that he gained over the many years of his life.

No doubt, one person that will miss him a lot will be my mum.  As the only girl and the youngest of six she was bound to get special attention.  When my grandma came over to England, she came over with my mum and they settled together, here in Leicester. So, Justin had his two special ladies here and was extremely fond of them.

Mum has always told me from as young as I can remember, that Justin is a brother/father/friend/cooking buddy/companion and probably most important of all her drinking partner.

His wishes were to have his final resting place here in Leicester as this was his second home and also to be close to his mum, who he loved and respected so dearly.

Justin, you will truly be missed in our lives but leave us with amazing memories that bring smiles to our faces.

Tribute by Maria Dourado-Alfonso

Good afternoon everybody
For those of you who do not know me, I am Maria Dourado –Alfonso, a niece and god-daughter of Justin.

We as the Dourado family would like to take this opportunity to thank all of you coming here today in supporting us in our grief as we come to terms with the sudden death of Justin. Thank you to the priest for celebrating the mass, giving thanks for Justin’s life, and thank you to funeral directors staff and the organist who have assisted us during this requiem service.
We thank you for your cards, phone calls, emails, texts,  WhatsApp messages sent, your personal condolence visits and the mass intentions that you have arranged and offered in Justin’s memory. 

I will not mention names so I do not cause upset if I leave anyone out, but we appreciate those who have travelled both near and far to celebrate his Justin’s life, especially those who have helped in the lead up to today, preparing the church  hall and church, those who help during the mass, with coach arrangements from London,  preparing the food and offering your help this afternoon during this wake, in honour of Justin, I am sure that he would be deeply touched and humbled to know that he was loved and cared about by so many, if he could see you all of you here  today.

Justin was a brother, brother-in-law, uncle, cousin and friend too many of us here today, and my godfather. We all have our own memories and stories of our encounters with Justin, I remember at young age I used to call him uncle Jock as I could not say his name properly and I have lovely photos of us both especially those taken during his days at Hazelwood Road where he lived with Aklin and Lucy.
When he moved to Lime Street, or Black Horse Village as he would prefer his home location to be referred to- I remember his Kenyan furnishings of the zebra foot lampshade and Maasai wood carvings, I recall him telling stories of famous people he had met and of how he had travel around the whole world, a number of times, even on Concorde as that was the big deal back then. He would call me up and tell me to come over to his house to collect a parcel of mandazis or halwa.

But the fact of the matter is he was not just my godfather. He was the Godfather of our family. He was our Don Corleone without the crime corruption and violence.  Justin was a man of high expectations and as siblings growing up in Kenya and even now through adulthood here in the UK,  his approval was sought to ensure that they did not let him or the family name down, a trait that has been instilled in us, his nieces and nephews. Reputation was everything to him and he had high standards for all of us to adhere to.

Justin loved his family and they loved him. The siblings remember their time in Kitale, where they lived before their father died. As well as Ginger Road in Nairobi and their big avocado tree, as well as the home behind St Teresa's school where the 6 of them shared a bedroom with their mum, sleeping in bunks. Family and tradition was very important to him. He served as a committee member of Cortalim Union UK as a mark of respect to Uncle Tia Augustine, who was a founder member of Cortalim Union in Kenya. As a family, every year, we always made it a point to be together for mass to remember Nanna’s death anniversary and visit her graveside.

Justin was a highly respected man, not just in the Goan community, but by work colleagues and those of other cultures across the globe-and this has been evident in the numerous messages of sympathy that we have received. Although a private man, he was very popular and sociable and was often called up on to give speeches at milestone birthdays, wedding, anniversaries and special occasions.  He had a friendly rapport and ability to talk to young and old alike.  He enjoyed his football chats, with my son Enrico, mainly regarding their team, Manchester United, taking Zayn on a tour of monopoly locations as well as being lollipop uncle to three Joanna’s sons.

Justin could describe himself as a simple man, who did not like to be fussed over and he did not like the limelight, but could easily become the centre of attention at a function. He was modest about his achievements; I knew he played football and hockey in Nairobi and Mombasa for Young Goans  and Goan Railway Institute, as well as Mombasa GI, which had contributed to problems of his knee. These knee problems did not prevent him from making a 2 week walking holiday in Portugal with my cousins Jason and Joanne in 2005, who found it had to keep up with him, despite his painful knee,
Justin loved life and life loved him. He was a great host and cook, his specialty dish being lamb curry. He loved a Tuskers beer, pint of Guinness or a tumbler of famous grouse. He enjoyed his Friday met ups at the Tollgate Pub in Turnpike Lane to catch up of familiar faces here today. He enjoyed fishing trips, watching most sports, but especially his beloved Man Utd, he enjoyed travelling to meet up with friends from Kenya who were scattered around the world and had made plans to do so before his sudden death. We would like to take this opportunity to thank Lucy who found Justin the day after he died and helped the paramedics with their enquires.

He was very independent and never wanted to burden anyone. He was meticulous in what he did and hated being late, for anything- even to the extent of us receiving birthday cards two or three days in advance to ensure we got his birthday wishes on time.  This well-organised man prepared his funeral wishes to be conducted here in Leicester, close to where Nana is buried and set aside the expense to cover them which have been dutifully carried out my aunt Joyce, and her family.
Our final thank you is to Joyce, Steven, Sherwin and Joanna for all your efforts in making this a great send off for our dearly beloved.
Please stand (raise your glasses) as we remember with fondness, Rest in Peace Mr. Justino Dourado. You will be missed by many, gone but not forgotten.

May your soul and the souls of the faithfully departed rest in peace. Amen.

Seated second from left Justin Dourado

Steve Fernandes Photo tribute

See also tribute to Steve Fernandes
on this blog

Death Notice: Steve Fernandes
December 22nd 2018: With a deep sense of the greatest loss, we announce the passing of Steve Fernandes in London (ex-Nairobi). Loving husband of Marjorie, son of the late AP and Maria Fernandes. Father to Melvyn, Jennifer (Paul) and Clifford (Meera). Grandad to Dylan, Nikita, Aaron and Leah. Brother to Thomas (Lydia), Sylvester – Silu – (late Ivy), Raul (Christine), late Leslie (Linda)... lot of cousins, nephews and nieces all around the world. Steve found peace after a courageous four-month battle in hospital. Funeral details will be announced as soon as arrangements are completed. 
Condolences to


Steve Marjorie Cliff Jennifer Melvyn

Steve Silu Raul

Pride and Joy

Raul Silu Steve

With Evelyn Fernandes

Edwin Rodrigues/Alfred Fernandes/Rowland Rebello/William Soares/Lambert Pereira/Robert D’Costa Seating:  Steve/Donald Almeida

School play

One of those famous camping holidays in Malindi, fav place a few miles from Mombasa, great, great times

With Tony Reg

With Pio Almeida, Rosemary-Lunn, Olive Nazareth, Steve and Marjorie and Carmen Nazareth (do Rosario)

All teachers I think ... although I am not sure Bosco Baptista was a teacher

En route to Malindi ... this could be waiting in a queue at the Likoni Ferry in Mombasa

Just chillin' out